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HOW YOUNG DO YOU FEEL?

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HOW YOUNG DO YOU FEEL?

Originally Published the Week of April 26, 2016 in Western Outdoor Publications

“We love Baja and I want to bring my family, but I have a 6-year-old and I don’t think he’s old enough yet. “

 

“My dad is 85 and he has always wanted to fish in Baja, but he thinks he’s now too old. “

 

I get comments like this all the time. Too young. Too old. Whatever.

 

But, it’s a common question as the parameters of Baja visitors change. Although it is still “la frontera” (the frontier) and there’s more than enough ruggedness in the Baja to go around. There’s no debating that this is not your grandfather’s Baja.

 

For better or worse. It’s a kinder-gentler Baja.

 

There’s no doubt more families; more kids; more wives and girlfriends are now coming down. And they’re not just here to splash poolside at posh resorts; drink infused martinis; go to spas; and line up at the all-inclusive buffet lines.

 

They’re fishing; surfing; off-roading; zip-lining; scuba diving and grabbing their vacation by the two-fisted-double tortillas. The spirit of adventure is far from dead. It’s just that nowadays, there’s a safety net.

 

If your car breaks down now, the vultures won’t start circling overhead. There are very few roads that don’t have a gas station or convenience store nearby. And…Walmart probably has your part.

 

If you run out’ve water or ice, it’s no longer an emergency. (Well, maybe running out’ve ice IS an emergency to SOME people!)

 

But, you simply walk down the hall to the ice machine. Or call the front desk.

 

Boat radio goes out? Grab you multi-satellite cell phone.

 

You get my drift. No pun intended.

 

Mistakes, accidents and quirks of nature, are much more forgiving in Baja than back in the day. Back then, venturing to the Baja was sometimes about like going on safari.

 

You carried enough parts to rebuild your car or boat engine. You had everything from cables to belts and hoses to air filters.

 

You strapped on enough extra jerry cans of gasoline to cover those long stretches of desert highway. Or build a big enough bonfire if you had to signal for rescue.  (That actually happened to me once…but that’s for another story).

 

This was Baja in the year “BC.” (Before cell phones).

 

You brought a first aid kid that would have made a trauma team proud. And you never went anywhere without duct tape, some rope, shovel, some rope…and the simple necessities like toilet paper!

 

Hope hoped for the best. Planned for the worst.

 

Usually, for most of us, nothing happened harsher than bad hangovers, mosquito bites, a touch of Montezuma’s dance, a dinged surfboard or a few flat tires. But with each trip, we always left with a lifetime of memories.

 

In that respect, it hasn’t changed THAT much!

 

But, back then it was good to have a just a bit of madness in you; a pirate spirit and it didn’t hurt to have a hearty constitution.

 

However, now Baja truly is accessible to everyone. There’s stuff for everyone to do.

 

So, when I get a question about someone’s age and the ability to visit Baja, it’s not an issue of how old you are. At least not chronologically.

 

I have 4-year-olds who have the time of their lives. I’ve had 92-year-olds who outfish and outlast the “youngsters.” Conversely, I’ve seen “30-somethings” that should have stayed home and had no business down here mixing it up.

 

It’s not how many rings on your personal tree trunk; crow’s feet at your eyes; or candles on your cake. To me, it’s how young your heart is.

 

If you’ve got enough “play” in your heart and in your spirit, Baja has a lot to offer.

 

If you still don’t mind the occasional skinned knee to go along with a good laugh and believe a little sunburn is a small price to pay for a little adrenaline rush or a memory of a lifetime, then you can never be too old or too young.

 

If you think you can break away for a few days to a place where everything is not climate controlled and hermetically sealed…where you might only get 1-bar on your cell phone…where you might not find your favorite diet soda…where nothing and no one moves faster than they have to…where there’s no happy meals but you love the greasy street tacos cooked up by a smiling amigo in a threadbare New York Yankees shirt…you’re gonna do just fine down here.

 

Believe me, there are some folks who can’t handle that! I’ve seen them freak out down here!

 

If you can handle miles of beach that has no lifeguard station; dusty cobblestone streets; unfettered sunshine on blue waters; friendly people who speak a different language, but say more with smiles and their eyes then you’re used to…

 

Then…

 

…Don’t ask about how old you need to be. Ask how young you want to feel? How young do YOU feel?

 

I’ve always believed that we don’t stop playing because we get old. We get old because we stopped playing. Come down and play!

That’s my story!

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Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004.  Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico  www.tailhunter-international.com.  They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront.  If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is riplipboy@tailhunter-international.com  or drop by the restaurant to say hi!

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Jonathan Roldan’s

Tailhunter International

 

TAILHUNTER FISHING FLEET #1 Rated on Trip Advisor

TAILHUNTER RESTAURANT BAR #1 Rated in La Paz on Trip Advisor

 

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Website: www.tailhunter-international.com

U.S. Office: 8030 La Mesa, Suite #178, La Mesa CA  91942

Mexico Office: 755 Paseo Obregon, La Paz, Baja Sur, Mexico

Phones:

from USA : 626-638-3383

from Mexico: 044-612-14-17863

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Tailhunter Weekly Fishing Report:

http://fishreport.jonathanroldan.com/

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MEN OF THE (Hawaiian Print) CLOTH

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Just regular dudes hanging out!

MEN OF THE (Hawaiian Print )  CLOTH

Originally Published the Week of April 12, 2016 in Western Outdoor News

The first time these “guys” came down to fish, I was a little pensive.

Let me ask you something.

Did your shorts ever get a little tighter when you were a little kid and you found out your teacher, priest or minister was coming to visit…or to dinner…or sat at your table at the pancake breakfast or scout meeting?

There are certain people in life’s journey who occupy a special pedestal. Being a good Catholic kid, priests and teachers…nuns and lay teachers in my case… come to mind.

I mean…you’re little. You were down here close to the floor. Then there were your parents. Then there were these unassailable folks waaaay up here on levels where you tread lightly.

I was a pretty outgoing kid, but around these particular individuals, I was slack-jawed and goofy-brained. I would scuff my shoes around and never ever make eye contact!

Heck no. They could fix you in those tractor-beam eyes and then you’re done. Or something could happen.

They thought I was rude or shy. I was just scared!

So, in those social events that we all go through like school festivals, Knights of Columbus spaghetti dinners, Christmas pageants and the like. It was giggle-and-point time to see such esteemed personage chowing on barbecue; dressing down in regular-people-clothes; picking up a bat at the softball game (and clubbing it) ; or bringing their spouse to the PTA dance.

Hard to believe they did “normal people things!”

 

       “Hey, Sister Mary Paul is eating a real hot dog!”

       “Mrs. McNulty is here with her (gasp) husband!”

       “Father Flynn is wearing shorts and a t-shirt in the dunk tank!”

 

Whoa!

So, it was with some apprehension many years ago when Rabbi Bernie booked his group of other rabbis and members of his congregation to come down to fish. Including the clergy, it also included Jewish lawyers, Jewish accountants and Jewish executives. All from the same temple.

This would be interesting.

Back in the day, I actually used to go to the airport to pick up our clients and wasn’t sure what to expect.

I knew they were not Hassidic so I didn’t expect the long black robes, hats and beards, but as they arrived through the terminal, I admit I was relieved to see shorts, sandals and Hawaiian print shirts and baseball hats! Whew.

And each of them greeted me with the biggest hug and told me how glad they were to be there, as if we were old friends!

The next few days dispelled any anxiety I might have had.

At dinner that evening (I made sure there was no pork), it was nice to see them sip a beer. Put their feet up. Relax.

As one of the rabbis told me before headed to bed, “It’s nice to decompress. Nice to not be under a microscope. Just like normal dudes!” Dudes? Did he just say “dudes?”

The next day on the pangas, I was out there with Rabbi Bernie. He wasn’t exactly fishing too hard with a lot of energy.

I was trying to imagine this man in his temple vestments. Today, he was “styling” with Ray Ban sunglasses; a pirate-print bandana and a very loud red Hawaiian shirt.

He leaned back against the gunwale with his feet up, “You know, I don’t care if I catch a fish or not. Out here, there’s no phone. There are no emergencies. If I want to belch or have an occasional beer or have Rabbi Jerry pull-my-finger, I don’t have to worry that someone might see and judge me.” He laughed.

I never thought of it like that.

He then started to softly sing a Hebrew song in a wonderful resonant voice that had graced many a congregation. His voice swelled.

As water will do…his voice carried to another panga. And the song was picked up by the rabbi and the lawyer in that panga.

As I was told later, it was a biblical song about prophets finding an oasis in the desert of Israel.   How appropriate.

It was picked up by another voice… then another. Beautiful manly voices carried across the water. Glorious. Uplifting. Spiritual. Every fisherman on every panga stopped to listen!

And then it stopped. A moment of silence.  And then one-by-one, there was a hand clapping. And another. And another. And soon a dozen captains and their fishermen blended their applause and cheering!

 

        “That was cool!”

       “Awesome, dude!”

       “Que bueno…excelente!”

 

And then the craziest thing…

The rabbi broke out into the rousing Broadway tune “OKLAHOMA” from Rogers and Hammerstein! Four others joined in and we had rip-roaring-deck-stomping a-capella going! With gusto!

 

“OOOO-kla-homa where the wind comes sweeping down the plain…!”

       “…and when we say…YEEOW! A Yippie-yo-kai-yay…”

 

 It was an incredible treat for everyone who witnessed it. And heard it.

At the end, again the applause and hoots!

Rabbi Bernstein sat down on the panga bench seat with the biggest smile. He shrugged like it was no big deal. He winked.

“Several of us were theater majors in college as well as theology students, “ he revealed off-handedly with a laugh as he tossed a new bait into the water.

“God can be glorified in many ways… in many languages and I’m sure he likes a lively Broadway tune now and then!” He laughed again.   And so did I.

I have no doubt that God also smiled on us that day.

Later at dinner, one of the rabbis said, “Jonathan…Before we were ever members of the clergy, we were all guys. Regular guys. And we did guy things. Trips like this are an opportunity to be regular guys again, and that’s why these fishing trips to Baja are so special. Thank you for having us.”

They toasted.

It was I who was grateful.

Shortly after, I saw a half-dozen 50-and-60-year-olds start a spit-wad fight with straws and wadded napkins.

In the restaurant.

You never heard such laughter. Boys will be boys. A guy has to do what a guy has to do. And when a target presents itself…I grabbed a straw and joined in. I hadn’t done that since 2nd grade! Duck!

When they left after 3 days of fishing, Rabbi Bernie pressed a little note into my hand. He had scribbled…

 

       “Sometimes it is better to sit in a fishing boat thinking about God. Than to sit in a church thinking about fishing.”

   Shalom Jonathan. Peace.

 

I never forgot. And to this day, I remember the words to “Oklahoma too.” And a special day in the Baja sunshine

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That’s my story!

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Jonathan Roldan has been writing the Baja Column in Western Outdoor News since 2004.  Along with his wife and fishing buddy, Jilly, they own and run the Tailhunter International Fishing Fleet in La Paz, Baja, Mexico  www.tailhunter-international.com.  They also run their Tailhunter Restaurant Bar on the famous La Paz malecon waterfront.  If you’d like to contact him directly, his e-mail is riplipboy@tailhunter-international.com  or drop by the restaurant to say hi!

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Jonathan Roldan’s

Tailhunter International

 

TAILHUNTER FISHING FLEET #1 Rated on Trip Advisor

TAILHUNTER RESTAURANT BAR #1 Rated in La Paz on Trip Advisor

 

Now follow us on FACEBOOK TOO

 

Website: www.tailhunter-international.com

U.S. Office: 8030 La Mesa, Suite #178, La Mesa CA  91942

Mexico Office: 755 Paseo Obregon, La Paz, Baja Sur, Mexico

Phones:

from USA : 626-638-3383

from Mexico: 044-612-14-17863

.

Tailhunter Weekly Fishing Report:

http://fishreport.jonathanroldan.com/

Tailhunter YouTube Videos:

http://www.youtube.com/user/pangapirate

“When your life finally flashes before your eyes, you will have only moments to regret all the things in life you never had the courage to try.”

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